August 8, 2020

Bo Shirt

Gallantry Bower.

Whilst setting up this pic, I was telling Bo how glad I was that it was he, and not his twin, Jack, who was standing there – poised on the edge of a vertical 300′ drop – as Jack is notoriously inclined to fool around in such situations – often with disastrous results. then Bo’s footing slipped. I don’t think I’ve ever moved faster in my life. in the course of grabbing him, one of my finger nails dug into his finger, causing him considerable blood-loss and pain. (better bled than dead, dad, he muttered, through bravely clenched teeth.)